Page 39 of Forbidden Deception

“I’m coming!” I shout and finally open the door.

And there stands the man who I have gone through all this trouble for.

“I thought you were not even going to answer the door at this point.” Rafael raises his brows, looking far too unbothered.

I am huffing and puffing, but I grin at him.

“Come in. You might as well eat breakfast with me now that you are here.” I shut the door behind Rafael.

He’s wearing an all-black suit today and, of course, smells of pine wood. All clean, muscled, and absolutely dashing.

My smile is still plastered to my face when I pass a mirror hung on the wall. I look up and give myself a scare. The wrinkles in my clothes are horrendous. My face is bare of makeup, but my cheeks are red, as is my nose.

Thisis how Rafael sees me outside of work for the first time?

Talk about embarrassing. God.

“Cute,” Rafael comments, running a hand along the couch that is facing the TV.

He turns around to face me and finds me running my hand through my hair. I am in the process of tying it up into a bun on top of my head when he clears his throat, catching my attention.

“Sorry, yes?” I finish it off and walk over to him.

“Welcome to my castle. Would you do the honours of being my prince?” I spread my arms wide with a teasing smile.

Rafael smirks, his eyes flitting to my wide neckline, and his face drops to a serious, dark, predatory look. My t-shirt shows quite a lot of cleavage, and since it’s cold and I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples are poking through my crop top. My waist is also bare.

Instead of shivering from the cold, blistering heat spreads all over my body under Rafael’s eyes. My heart pounds and my ribs feel each and every painful beat of it. His eyes are on my tits, which softly bounce with the movement of my arms.

I never wore work clothes that would show off any skin at all. Not only because of how cold the city is, but also because it never occurred to me to show off my skin to look good.

Rafael stands before me, all tall and monstrous, decked out in a suit. His eyes darken when they travel lower.

Lava boils in the pit of my stomach, and that sensation of being wanted, and loved hits me again.

The apartment feels hotter, and the temperature rises with every second that passes between us, a thump of my heart following every second.

We don’t utter a word. Despite both of us being so casual and enjoying each other’s company, we’ve never crossed a line that would mean something else.

And yet this moment feels different.

Rafael’s eyes feel different.

But he blinks and looks away.

“Just because I complimented your little apartment, doesn’t mean it is up to my standards,” he continues like nothing happened in those couple of minutes he stood there staring down at me like he would fuck me on this very couch.

Like he would rip off my clothes and rut against me like an animal.

A pulse throbs in between my legs while I watch Rafael walk around and sit on the couch.

I shut my eyes, willing my heart to calm down.

How will I survive going to Greece with him if I can’t handle this?

“Your card. Here it is.” I walk over to him and drop it in his lap while slumping onto the other side of the couch, feeling my tits bounce. I bite my lip and turn to him.

I watch Rafael’s reaction when he looks over at me. I don’t feel uncomfortable under his hot gaze but, in fact, want more.

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